In reverence, my hand does dare to trace
The contour of her grace, her inner space.
A journey slow, where every inch I pace,
Is hallowed ground, my heart begins to race.

Upon her thigh, a path so softly laid,
A whisper of touch, a silent serenade.
Her warmth invites, in light and shadow played,
A silent pact between the two of us made.

This touch, a language without need for speech,
A dialogue, where souls in silence reach.
A longing filled, where words could never breach,
In every caress, a lesson each to each.

The heat that rises, a silent, fervent plea,
A connection deep as the boundless sea.
In this touch, a binding unity,
A moment captured, eternal, free.

To venture close, where fire and longing meet,
Her inner thigh, a threshold, bittersweet.
A touch that makes two separate heartbeats complete,
In this communion, our existence is replete.